radio song?

A few kinds folks have suggested radio DJs to contact about getting airplay… after a little digging it turns out that they are probably more likely to respond to requests by you (the listener) than by me hassling them so it would be super cool if you could email you favourite DJ and suggest they play your favourite tune (of mine?!).

If you don’t have a favourite DJ and have time please pop a note to tom robinson here.

’till dawn

picking my way
back through the rain
grey skies today
but its fine

here in my mind
play like a child
leaves underfoot
autumn could

turn out to be
musically mine
spring in my step
I stayed up

‘till dawn again
drinking with friends
moments you
feel so alive

my road has been
better believe
better pretend
consigned to

some place before
memory me
wind in my hair
thoughts of your

smile in my dreams
patch up the past
love and cheap booze
I stayed up

‘till dawn again
drinking with friends
moments you
feel so alive

dance in the street
break out the flag
singing aloud
foreign eye

textures and words
things that we heard
my pen it feels
momentum

sat on a train
palette of greens
strangers with shoes
I stayed up

‘till dawn again
drinking with friends
moments you
feel so alive

and I sat there
watching her sleep
how do you dream?
when will you

wake? I must say
one of a kind
parallel lines
meet at the

vanishing point
not what I mean
I meant to say…
I stayed up

‘till dawn again
drinking with friends
moments you
feel so alive

thoughts about tomorrow

I woke this morning in stillness and in silence
To the sound of birds singing in the trees.
I lie in this bed, rest a tired and weary soul,
And a heart that is longing for some peace.

I call on my emotions to end this futile war,
Which has been raging in my mind for far too long.
So I’ll sit & write, I’ll sing & play, I’ll laugh and eat and drink,
And leave all thoughts about tomorrow until then.

I sit here naked as I play on my guitar
There is no one round for miles and miles to see.
Greet a horizon which is free from brick and mortar,
And I know this is a better place to be.

You tell me that you’ll write and I’m excited by the thought of
Receiving anything that you might send.
But I’m not penning you into the future quite just yet,
And I’ll leave thoughts about tomorrow until then

I have found catharsis in the eye of a storm
And I felt love although it may have been a dream.
I stumbled over more than a dozen wicked words
In an effort to find out what it means.

The wind is blowing symphonies to the drainpipes outside
They keep asking me “How, where, and when?”
I have just decided to play the counterfeit
And leave thoughts about tomorrow until then

The sun is riding high in a deep blue summer sky,
Watching me from high above the clouds.
I can hear him now, as he sings with me aloud,
I know this is not where our road ends.

Somewhere up north, maybe two hundred miles away,
You’re waking up next to another man.
There’s no second-guessing these matters of the heart,
So I’ll leave thoughts about tomorrow until then.

looking for distraction

Looking for distraction, close your eyes and count to three.
There’s a gun, a rope, & a candle stick, so please choose carefully.
I’ve got Dylan on my stereo, I’ve got women on my mind.
I’ve got a fire burning in my heart and a pulse racing fast behind.

It’s the break of dawn on Christmas morn
But the clock reads half past three,
But the clock broke down years before and spectates silently.
I’ve got lawyers trying to chase me
For some money they say I owe,
But I’m broke and sure I’m in the clear
So I’ll tell them where they should go…

I say hey there, you there, look there… how’s it going to be?
I’d love to know what’s on your mind,
Maybe one day we’ll find the time,
And then put the world to rights, oh how much fun it would be,

Looking for distraction, turn your head and smile at me.
I’m in danger of being happy now so please speak carefully.
I know now for the first time there’s no distance left to run –
Sit back, enjoy the ride, and I’m sure that the rest will just come.

I say hey there, you there, look there… how’s it going to be?
I’d love to know what’s on your mind,
Maybe one day we’ll find the time,
And then put the world to rights, oh how much fun it would be;
Running round late at night, naked in the candlelight

But that was just a daydream, you’re so stubbornly fully clothed,
And I change address every two months now
So perhaps it’s time to go
But I think that this year will be different, I can feel it in the air.

You know it’s a miracle that I made it here at all,
They placed bets I’d die young at school –
I guess I proved them wrong.
You might see me in the street one day, and never really know
But some things they are best left unsaid,
And melt with the winter snow.